Underwater December 2, 2011Posted by Fiona in Breaking the fourth wall, Craftiness, Edinburgh, Knitting, Lovely people, NaNoWriMo, Sheer bloody-mindedness, Small things.
…That’s a comment on how wet it is up here, by the way. It’s been raining horizontally on and off for about a week.
I was walking down to the library about ten past eight this morning. You know, when it’s got to the point where you’re just following your feet, and you’ve stopped noticing things around you? I’ve been trying to fend it off of late, because Edinburgh is such a beautiful city and I don’t have very long to enjoy it – only this year – but it’s caught up with me recently. And, as I was walking past Bristo Square, I spotted something on the railings.
It was World AIDS day yesterday, which I assume accounts for it.
Yarn bombing is one of my favourite things in the world, and I’ll tell you for why. I always seem to see it when there’s a lot going on around me, when I’m up to my eyeballs in late nights and my head is spinning with all the things I should have done and I haven’t yet. And then, suddenly, out of nowhere, there are knitters. If I didn’t knit, it would still say to me that someone’s taken a bit of time out of their day to brighten things up. That would just be fabulous all by itself. But as a knitter myself, it feels like a reminder that even though it’s getting dark at 4 o’clock, even though I’ve barely seen the outside for quite a while and I haven’t had an evening in to myself where I haven’t had to work in weeks… some things are constant. There are people out there who take a bit of time to knit red ribbons and tie them on railings. There are people who still think that’s a worthwhile use of their time – which, of course, I have to wholeheartedly agree with.
It’s like someone’s taken a bit of time out of their day to just reach across and say hey, hang on a minute – how are you?
…All the way down the road. I don’t know if you can see it.
I won NaNoWriMo the other day. It’s been good to take a bit of time out – I’ve met some fantastic people and learned a lot about myself. It was a lot easier to keep going than this time last year. I discovered, though, that it’s a bad idea to force myself to research about wartime mental illness when the nights are drawing in. That on top of work – my first essay went in this morning, one down, two to go. I’ve had to be pretty careful – yet another reason that seeing knitting just made it all a bit better.
My camera’s playing up at the moment – sometimes it’ll work and sometimes it won’t. But I have FOs to show you, and I’m determined to find the time soon! Maybe I should instate WIP Wednesday, or whatever it is that the other bloggers are doing these days. Something to think about.
The Satanic Verses November 7, 2011Posted by Fiona in Big things, Bwargh, Edinburgh, Law, Sheer bloody-mindedness, University.
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I’ve just gone onto Wikipedia, and found out the plot of Salman Rusdie’s The Satanic Verses. It was interesting.
Of course, I’ve heard of the book before – who hasn’t? It’s practically synonymous with Rushdie’s name, with controversy, with all kinds of things – for the last few months, there’s been an exhibition about banned books at the National Library of Scotland, and I’ve gone round at least three times since August. The Satanic Verses was all over it, that and Lady Chatterley’s Lover.
The last time I went round the exhibition, I went with my mother.
“Do you know what it’s about?” She didn’t. She remembered the controversy, the protests, the fatwah, but she had no idea what the book was about, and neither did I. The exhibition wasn’t particularly enlightening on that front, although if I hadn’t known the plot of Lady Chatterley before I went in, I certainly did when I came out.
On Saturday, I went to Leeds, to see DV8’s new performance, ‘Can We Talk About This?’ I had no idea what I was going in to see – I didn’t look it up in advance – but it was one of the most thought-provoking pieces of theatre I’ve ever seen. It’s based around interviews with all kinds of people, and has the basic premise of comment on how British attachment to multiculturalism means that it is failing to protect people who need to be protected. It focuses on radical Islam. There’s discussion of forced marriage, vigilantes, the murder or intimidation of writers and artists and film-makers accused of committing blasphemy, allegations of racism against people suggesting integration, or one law for everyone to abide by, or that Sharia might not be the right legal system for Britain.
I don’t know where I sit about this: it was more partisan than I was expecting. I think I need to read more about it.
And yes, there was a bit about Salman Rushdie, and The Satanic Verses, and how dreadfully controversial it was and how some people took it as a religious insult. And yet, until today, I had no idea what the plot of it was.
Other things I have found out in the last month: the workings of an international arrest warrant, what Idi Amin did, the geographic whereabouts of the Central African Republic and Nicaragua, who was in charge in South Africa when they implemented Apartheid, and that there is no actual treaty giving explicit state immunity to national Foreign Ministers.
What do you know? The more about the world I find out, the more ignorant I am of it. The more I feel like I’m swayed by anyone I meet telling me what the facts are and saying hey, well, you could look at it like this. The greater the divide I feel there is between what I think about something, and what I happen to be arguing for this week. (On the question of “Are human rights universal?”, in the last few weeks I have successfully argued both ways, in two different seminars, and in both I’ve succeeded in swaying several other members of the class. It’s difficult not to feel manipulative, sometimes, even if it is in the safe confines of a seminar room.)
Having said which, I still don’t think I’ll bother reading any Rushdie any time soon.
LLM October 20, 2011Posted by Fiona in Edinburgh, Law, Sheer bloody-mindedness, University.
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It’s hard work, this LLM business.
First of all, I have no lectures (well, one lecture, but the politics department are weird like that). It’s all two hour seminars, once a week for each of three subjects, the result of which is that I don’t have a lot of contact time, but what I do have is very intense, and requires I reckon in the region of 300 pages of reading for every seminar. Yes, you read that right. Come to think of it, chances are I probably didn’t. Read it right, that is. Sometimes it’s more, sometimes it’s less. Most of the time I do as much as I can without smoke coming out of my ears and call it a day.
The content is highly technical, and assumes a good deal of prior knowledge. For my politics module, International Relations Theory, I started off not understanding any of the technical language and having to sit down with a dictionary and try and work out what this means: “The anti-foundationalism of post-modernism so undermines the discipline… that it often provokes anger and despair among those it attacks. It calls into question the very possibility of non-normative theory; to charge post-modernists with relativism does, of course, rely on the assumption that it is possible to be non-relativistic!”
For the other modules, the law ones, I (nominally) know what they’re talking about, so it’s just a case of processing the ideas. Undergraduate law is child’s play. Well, it’s not. But it feels like it at the moment.
I am getting through an ink cartridge every six days, on average. It’s taking me longer to get to sleep, because I have to shut the thought processes down, and longer to wake up in the morning, because I have to start them all back up again and these days it takes a few warm-up exercises. It’s very strange, to get to the grand old age of twenty-one and be very, very aware of your own intellectual limits, in the sense that at times, I feel like I can’t make my mind go any faster. I genuinely can’t figure concepts out in my own head fast enough to have time to process them, and that’s something I’ve never really dealt with before.
Oh, but it’s such good fun, though. In the last five weeks, I’ve dredged the depths of GCSE History (League of Nations, self-determination, post-war social movements), Year Nine Geography (who knew half of these places were countries, never mind where they are and who they border!), Politics-By-Osmosis (I spent an entire afternoon last week looking at Central African dictators in the 1970s on Wikipedia – which, by the way, is an absolute godsend – I really have no recollection of international current affairs pre-2006, which is a bit scary). It’s like the world’s biggest pub quiz has gone crashing into a newspaper archive, and expected you to have something useful to say out of the end of it. The remembering, and rediscovering things I used to know about, is just as much fun as the finding out new stuff. I love it to pieces.
The trouble, then, is working out where to stop. Historically speaking, I am not very good at this. It is very difficult to put the brakes on. But I’m trying to remind myself that if I want to keep going, I have to pause occasionally. Sometimes your brain freezes up, or grinds to a halt and there’s nothing you can do, and you just have to accept that and take a break. So it’s taking a bit of practice, at the moment. We’ll see.
Academia July 5, 2011Posted by Fiona in Big things, Craftiness, Durham, Knitting, Look what I did, Patterns, Sheer bloody-mindedness, University.
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It seems fitting that, now that I’ve left Durham altogether – and that they’ve moved the law library to a totally different site to where it used to be – that I should finally be publishing a pattern inspired by weeks and weeks sat in that very library.
I actually had the idea for this cardigan in a café in Lancaster last summer. I was sat there for a few hours with not a lot to do but read, knit and let my coffee get cold – the best kind of afternoon. A girl opposite me was wearing a cardigan with a similar sort of back detail and I wondered how one might go about knitting something like that.
It came to me not all that long afterwards, and I knitted up a prototype which is notable only in the fact that it is made of blue Wollmeise, which was lovely, but other than that was totally hideous. It didn’t fit. I couldn’t fit my arms into the sleeves. Everything about it was too tight, or bulged, or drooped, and it had buttons which were far too heavy for it. Anyway, I thought I could do without buttons. I’m not surprised it ended up like this – I had knitted a grand total of most of one cardigan in my entire life by that point, and had really no idea what I was doing. It was a bit of a learning curve.
This year, I have become a far better knitter. I’ve met the concepts of ease, and drape, and what might actually look any good, and I’m so proud of what this has turned into. I named it Academia, after something else that it has taken a lot of effort and trial and error to get the hang of, that I’ve spent a lot of time at, and that quite frankly I love to bits. This sample was knitted mostly over the second term of this year: cast on in the green room of the Gala theatre before the matinee of The Producers, knitted on during my high points and my low points and as a bit of a distraction from work – and, yes, in the law library. It was finished within about two days of my dissertation, and I love it and wear it often.
The thing I’m most proud of about it is that my test knitters also loved knitting it, and that it looks fantastic on all of them. If you’re on Ravelry, you can see their cardigans here, and I’m so pleased that it seems to fit different body shapes and sizes so well. Several of them are already knitting a second one in different yarn, or intend to do so. And, of course, the banter was the best of any test-knitting group I’ve come across so far. I fell on my feet with that one.
Oh, and one more thing – remember August of last year, when I said that the thing I aspired to most in the field of knitting was to design my own cardigan? So do I. Just goes to show, doesn’t it, that it’s really not all that complicated when you put your mind to it, and that it’s just a case of having your idea and going at it like you think it’s important.
If you can knit in the round, and do left- and right- slanting decreases (which if you knit I bet you can), then you can knit this with no difficulty at all. The pattern on the back makes it go faster, too – and it really is ridiculously simple to do. Don’t be put off by the fact that it’s short rows, they’re laughably simple and you’ll have them down to a fine art in an inch or two.
There’s a fair bit of I-cord, but I swear that’s it. And besides, I don’t know about you, but I think I-cord looks rather good.
Distractions May 18, 2011Posted by Fiona in Durham, Knitting, Sheer bloody-mindedness, University.
Exams are well under way, and my ability to concentrate has gone the way of the sleepless nights once again. My biggest worry right now is that I’m not doing myself justice, and no amount of Oh You’ll Be Fine is going to change that – I think it’s just the way of things.
I’m hampered slightly at the moment by the fact that there is a kids’ theatre troupe in the theatre this week (seeing as we aren’t using it) and they’re doing a production of Annie which opens tomorrow. Imagine if you will, trying to get your head round the difference between entrepreneurship and providing services as explained haphazardly but at great length by the ECJ, to the glorious theme tune of It’s A Hard Nut Life. My room backs onto the auditorium. I don’t like Annie at the best of times.
I’m taking an afternoon out to daydream a bit. His Nibs and I got these when we were in Dorset over Easter:
I’m afraid I rather fell in love with them – and I know just what I want to do with them. Now if only I could get these pesky exams out of the way…
The sock I said I’d started the other week has ground to a halt. Unfortunately my tension the last week or two has got massively skewed, so I ended up having to go down two needle sizes so that the sock wouldn’t swim on me. It turns out this is only a good idea for so long, and I’ve reknit the heel twice now and it’s still way too tight. I want to shout it isn’t fair! Why must my simple exam knitting go horribly wrong? But I have decided instead, a little reluctantly, to put the damned thing in time out and work on something else in the few spare minutes I have. There’s no reason to stress over it, not at the moment. I’m having to reluctantly admit to myself that hey, they’re only socks.
It was my cousin’s wedding on Saturday, which was a welcome few days out. I think I’ve made a new friend…
(Mum says I’m not allowed one yet and that I should ask His Nibs first. On reflection, this is probably for the best. Look at that arm, though!)
This has been your “I’m still alive, promise!” broadcast, May 2011.
Breaking things March 16, 2011Posted by Fiona in Big things, Bwargh, Durham, Look what I did, Sheer bloody-mindedness, University.
Notably, internal barriers, my sleep cycle, my ability to function as an adult human being and look after myself and everything and – most excitingly – my record for greatest number of hours spent in the library over a 24 hour period outside of exam term. Record currently stands at thirteen. It can’t get any higher than that because that included opening time (9am) in the law library, two hours’ break for food and a tutorial, and closing time (midnight) in the main library.
It’s been that sort of week.
In a way, I’ve kind of enjoyed it. It’s been good to just be single-minded about work, and just concentrate on one thing for hours at a stretch. In a way, I kind of feel broken. It doesn’t show any signs of stopping, yet, though: the end of term is on Friday. Between now and then I have 300 pages of reading for two tutorials and a 1500 word mini-essay to write. And then on Monday morning I’ll find out how inevitably dreadful my dissertation draft was, and start on another 6000 word essay due the beginning of next term, and try and get my head round starting to revise.
And do some washing. I haven’t done any washing in the last two weeks, and I’m running out of things.
And tidy my room. This is turning into a list now, which is not at all what I meant to say.
I meant to talk about finished things, and how I think I might have started to figure out what I want to do next year, which is great. And a start. I also meant to talk about Captain Shakespeare’s new play, which I saw on Saturday and which was a bloody good evening out though I say so myself.
Also, this is a placeholder. I’m still here! I’m still going! I’ve not fallen off the face of the earth!
And look! It’s my dissertation:
(Clicky clicky to make it bigger, although you can probably tell it’s about Parliamentary Sovereignty, its interaction with the courts, and the Human Rights Act. Soooo unbelievably interesting, and I could wax lyrical about it for ages but I fear I’d bore you.)
I feel quite proud that I’m here and things are still happening. After my essay’s in on Friday, I promise to show you knitwear. I know I’ve been promising for the last two weeks.
Copy-ouch March 8, 2011Posted by Fiona in Craftiness, Law, Sheer bloody-mindedness.
It’s that point in term where my saturation of law is such that I’m blogging about it! This term, commercial contract law. Let’s talk about the terminology of selling things.
This is something that’s come up in copyright discussions all over Ravelry for ever and ever, and it’s irritated me since almost that long. I’m going to talk about it in relation to the law of the sale of goods in England and Wales. I have no idea how similar or different it is in America, or anywhere else in the world, but I will say that the UK has a very well-respected, old legal system and that therefore the rules elsewhere in the world are probably similar-ish, and the terminology is almost certainly more or less the same. I say this because I know it’s true of a lot of criminal law and tort law, and so I assume it’s also true of some of commercial and contract law.
When you sell something, for example a car, according to the law, you’re not selling a car. You’re selling rights with regard to the car, or ‘interests’ in the car: that is, the right to take possession of the car, the right to use it however you like, the right to say who can use it and who can’t, the right to take all the profit if you decide to sell it on. If you sell me the car, what you’re doing is selling me all the interests in the car, and all the interests put together are called ‘property’ in the world of commercial law.
Now, obviously, if what you’re selling to me is the pdf of a knitting pattern, you’re not giving me all the rights to the pattern. I can’t take credit for the pattern, I can’t sell it on as if it were my own. But, under UK commercial law, and the commercial laws of countless other nations, you don’t have to sell me all the interests to the pattern just by taking my £3.50 and sending me a pdf file. What is usually being sold is not the pattern, but a license to use the pattern.
Use of the pattern, you’ll notice, is an interest in the pattern. It is but one interest. Right to reproduce the pattern, that’s another interest. Right to sell the pattern on, that’s another interest too. None of these interests are necessarily inherent in me getting my hands on a copy of your pattern. Those rights belong to the designer automatically, as do all of the rights, because they’re part of the property of the designer. So if I particularly want to reproduce my copy of your pattern, I can only do that if you’ve sold it to me.
The difficulty here arises when designers don’t state in advance, “If you buy this pattern from me, you are buying a license to do x, y, and z. You are not buying a license to do a, b, and c, and you may not do these without my permission.” So a lot of the problem with the law with regard to this comes from the question, what rights do we assume the ‘standard’ license to contain? In other words, if it’s not made explicit in a contract, what can we imply are the license’s terms? Everyone has different views on this, and I’m not going to offer mine because I’m scared the Copywrong Police will come and eat my brains.
The other thing that comes up and annoys me is the speed of people to say that they don’t need to honour license agreements, even informal or implied ones, because if it got to court it wouldn’t be upheld.
You’ll notice the enforcement of licenses of knitting patterns is not a hot topic in the legal world right about now, and that is because they basically never get as far as court. You can say that this is because knitters and crocheters are all lovely and like keeping their goodwill and all that, but the fact is that out of all contracts, very, very few get as far as the courts. That’s because contract law is not about who would win in front of a judge. Contract law is about making people feel more confident about entering into agreements, so that more agreements are made, and things get done. It’s also largely about creating avenues that the parties can go down to sort their disputes out without having to go up in front of an elderly man in a silly wig and talk about how someone stole their instructions for a scarf. Just because something might not necessarily be enforceable in court – and I’ve no idea if these things would be, this is a flight of conjecture already – that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t do it. Equally it doesn’t mean that contract law isn’t working with regard to it, and it doesn’t mean nobody is bound by anything. Being bound does not equal having a remedy. The law still sets a fair bit of store by good faith: it’s still a principle of the courts in the UK at least that you’ll do better if you approach the court with clean hands.
I think that’s about right, anyway.
If you’re on Ravelry, you’ll see that I’ve taken lots of pictures of jumpers and things. Prepare to be bombarded with them here in the next day or two.
Also, Lent starts tomorrow. I’m giving up buying yarn and casting on new things, with the two parameters that the second in a pair of socks doesn’t count as a new thing, nor does it if I rip something back and completely start the same item again. I’m looking forward to getting a few things finished.
Coming up for air March 7, 2011Posted by Fiona in Big things, Breaking the fourth wall, Craftiness, Durham, Knitting, Law, Sheer bloody-mindedness, University.
Well, phew, frankly.
The first draft of my dissertation was handed in about 11 o’clock at night on Friday, which was the deadline. In the last week, I’ve seen closing time in two different libraries, and opening time in one of them. I haven’t really had much of a week, frankly – it all seemed to disappear in front of a computer screen. I’ve slept twelve hours the last two nights, so that should tell you something. The paper is mammoth, though – twenty-five pages plus bibliography. Aside from NaNoWriMo, I’ve never written anything that big in my life. It’s kind of a big deal. I keep rolling the words undergraduate dissertation around in my head, and they don’t sound any less grand than they did this time two years ago. Grief.
Anyway, it’s onwards and upwards – I have another essay due in ten days, and there’s no rest for the wicked, so that’s where this week is going. But you don’t want to hear about that, do you? You want to see this lovely finished thing:
(Please excuse both the state of my room and the crappiness of the picture – I’m hoping to press-gang the relevant parties into helping me take proper photos tomorrow. You will also note that my house was furnished by the Sprawling Mass of Bureaucracy that is one of the University departments, and hence my bedroom mirror is in three parts. Also, I have a pretty awesome poster on my wall. You may blame aforementioned Sprawling Mass of Bureaucracy that it appears to be split in two.)
This is SOMETHING I FINISHED!! I actually have two knitted tops that I’ve finished in about the last six weeks – not because I’ve been knitting so fast my hands are on fire, but because I am a lazy sod who hates sewing things up, so when I do sew things up, it tends to be all in one go.
I started (Get Off My) Cloud (Rav link) by Kate Davies over the summer, if you recall, and it’s involved so much Icord, and so much sewing up, that I finished the main body of it in maybe November, and the hood in December, and I’ve just failed to do anything with it since. It’s all done now, though, and I wore it to London to meet knitters last weekend and was met with a lot of pointing and “I know what that is!” and compliments, so it definitely feels done. There’ll be pictures, as soon as I can get someone to take them
The cardigan in the picture is Harvest Moon (Rav link) by Heidi Kirrmaier. I started it on Christmas Day to make up for all that knitting for everyone else, and it waited for about a month for me to sew the pockets on, and another month for me to block it. And I adore it. And it’s alpaca so it’s the warmest thing in the world. And it sheds cream coloured alpaca all over my black brushed wool coat. If it didn’t do that, I’d never take it off.
What I’m knitting at the moment, then, is quite mysterious. I’ve had this on the go for a few weeks:
Why yes, it is a Great Green Thing, and getting greater by the day. Not so much lately, that’s a lot of stocking stitch, and I tend to need to alternate between it and something a bit more exciting. The exciting things have been socks, essentially: I’m one down on a pair for Dad, whose birthday is at the end of the month, and I’ve just cast on another pair with this:
I love this yarn very, very much. It came on Friday, the day I handed my draft in, and my reward for finishing said draft was to cast on the Sock Knitters Anonymous group on Ravelry’s March Mystery Sock. The theme for this month is lace, and the mystery sock is gorgeous. I finished the first clue today, and it reminded me how much I love just blindly following patterns occasionally. You don’t have to worry about how it’s going to turn out, you don’t have to keep in mind what amendments you might want to make, you can just take the instructions and run with them. It makes me happy.
The yarn is Juno Fibre Arts Buffy Sock, and it’s a superwash BFL, and I love it. I haven’t knit with Blue Faced Leicester in far too long – I’d forgotten how much it practically glows. This stuff is so much fun to work with.
So that’s what’s happening knitting-wise at the moment, for the most part.
As for the rest of this blog, I’m afraid you’re rather going to have to bear with me at the moment. You’ve probably noticed it’s been a bit thin on the ground, of late. This year is not an easy year, it’s my final year as an undergraduate, and at the moment I feel a bit like I’m treading water. Of course I’ll do my best to keep going – I love this blog, and when I’m able to do things with it, I love it and I love hearing your feedback and comments. But if they’re sparse for the next four or five months, please do hang on. Normal service will be resumed when I’m not up to my ears in the All England Law Reports and for now, well, I like you lot. So I hope you’ll hang around.
And now it’s over. December 1, 2010Posted by Fiona in Big things, Look what I did, NaNoWriMo, Sheer bloody-mindedness, Uncategorized.
Yesterday, at the last NaNoWriMo write-in of the month, I went up to the counter to get another cup of coffee, and there was a boy leaning against the counter.
“What are you all doing?” he said, indicating the seven or eight people with their laptops out, surrounded by packets of sweets and stuffed rabbits wearing capes, typing furiously.
“It’s National Novel Writing Month,” I said. “From the beginning to the end of November, we’re writing a novel. And it’s November 30th, so we thought we’d get together to boost morale a bit. The target is 50,000 words,” I added, helpfully.
“Oh, right,” he said, looking impressed. “Between you, or each?”
When I got back to the table and recounted this, there were roars of laughter. As you can see, I’ve also got the adverbs-boost-wordcount bug right now, which should tell you a little about how it went.
A little about my NaNoWriMo this year.
When you’re writing a lot, very regularly, you learn a lot about your own writing style that maybe you didn’t really think of before. For instance: my average speed for writing fiction comes up to abou 900 words in an hour, although if I’m competing with someone else, or writing as fast as I can against a clock, I can do that in just over twenty minutes.
I can’t sprint for longer than half an hour, otherwise my brain freezes up and I end up starting sentences with “And then”, and ending them with prepositions, and then the adverbs start appearing and when I reread what I’ve written I feel very embarassed indeed.
On an average day, it’d take me two-and-a-bit hours, including short breaks, to write my word count: usually between 1,500 and 2,500 words. Any more than 2,500 words and I’d start with the prepositions and the and-then-ing again. I wrote at least 300 words every day, just to be keeping going, except for the four days in France last week when I didn’t have access to a computer.
On two occasions, though, I wrote substantially more than 2,500 words in one go: once about a week from the end, and on the very last day, when at midnight I had 9,000 words to go and just went for it. Unfortunately, on the last day, which was yesterday, I also had three hours of tutorials to prepare for and attend and a tech rehearsal to run in the evening (come and see Travesties, everyone, it’s going to be really good!), so it was all a bit of a panic. I ended up going to bed at 2.3o after writing about 2,000 words, getting up at half past six, reading for my tutorial and then sprinting another 1000 words, then taking five hours out for my actual degree. (If you’re not counting a sneaky 200 words handwritten in a tutorial and typed up afterwards…)
After that, there was an afternoon’s write-in at the Gala Café, without which I am certain I wouldn’t have finished. Writing for me has always been a very personal thing, but having six or seven other people around, also writing very personal things, and daring you to catch them up, is amazing. There were gingerbread plot bunnies:
And some real ones with capes and everything. I got to 1700 words short of 50,000 before I had to disappear off and run the rehearsal, then left that abrubtly at ten to eleven, in a panic. Do the maths, you can probably tell why.
So I finished, in the end, with ten minutes to spare. 50,097 words in 30 days. 111 pages in Microsoft Word.
If I’m lucky, in another ten or twelve thousand words I might actually have finished the story.
Back to the old degree, then, I suppose.
It’s official November 19, 2010Posted by Fiona in Bwargh, Craftiness, Durham, Knitting, Sheer bloody-mindedness.
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I went into a shop on Wednesday and they were playing standard Christmas music. I can’t pretend it’s not happening any more, and that can only mean one thing: Christmas knitting. Oh yes. There’s a lot of it: I have mittens planned, and a hat, and more socks than you can shake a stick at. And possibly a scarf but it’s looking more and more like that one might be finished by Easter. Either way, I will almost certainly still be knitting at 11pm on Christmas Eve. (Like last year, in fact.) There will definitely be some Morstan mittens, because they’re new and shiny and snuggly and I loff them and they’re so darned quick to knit.
It’s got to the stage of term where I really want to go home, now. It’s been a bit of a week of it, all things considered: I’ve been up til half past two twice, both times unrelated to actual work, I’ve had my ritual mid-term meltdown where everything gets so overwhelming and I spend about thirty-six hours basically hiding. Now I just miss my mum. There’s a possibility of going home for a few hours next week on the way back from a brief trip to France (!) and I’m really looking forward to the idea.
In the meantime, though, it feels like it’s all uphill a bit at the moment.
Just a quick note, in the end, to let you know I’m still alive. There will be more, and FO pictures (for yes, I have them!) as soon as I can coerce someone else into giving me a hand with a camera.
If you’re interested about how NaNoWriMo is going for me – I hit 30,000 words yesterday, so right on target. Some of it’s a bit like pulling teeth, though. I’ve never written 30,000 words before, it’s quite exciting. Doesn’t feel that long, for sure.